Ok MoMa (see post below) got me all excited. I am impatient because I have two weeks until I am in my new apartment and can hang my artwork arriving from New Zealand.

Yes, it is true, I purchased a Dick Frizzell piece prior to my departure. This guy is to NZ pop-art, what Roy Liechtenstein is to US pop-art. And what better when the two are combined … so welcome to ‘Masterpiece’ with Mr 4 Square Man as a sexy NZ grocery icon matched against a Roy suit-clad icon … hmmm wonder where he will go in my apartment.

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I swear this is a crazy city. Animals everywhere … dogs on leads … parrots in backpacks … cats in baskets on aircraft … but today wins outright, a chick just walked past with a turtle on her shoulder - honestly. I need to buy a monkey.

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I started with reinvigorated intentions on a fine Sunday - furniture hunting. I was immediately side-tracked by the need to yet again find temporary accommodation before I move onto my new apartment on September 1. It consumed my morning, only resolved after taking a hit of maple syrup on a dutch bacon pancake, which then catapulted me into a frenzy of phone calls until I secured a bed.

I ventured into the office to drop off a spare suitcase I don’t need to be lugging around various places, even took a pic of the view from my desk.

So yes - refocus - furniture - Z Gallery (443 Broadway @ Grand) I know I may be guilty of standing at the top of a slippery ladder of gentrification here, but the furniture was not offensive (well basic bed, corner leather sofa) and the prices were better than most spots I’ve seen (haha yeah yeah, ok I’ve seen 3 places - my attention span ain’t good in the heat).

Ok - fully bored with the furniture hunt, mind moves to other things. Hmmm art … oh go on. After a time consuming transit I found my way to MoMa (Museum of Modern Art - its a New York thing, this shortening of place names - I will let you figure out what HoMo means). The size of this place is obscene … seriously, you need to get in your head exactly what you want to see and not be distracted by the serious art collection all around. I spent 30 minutes with the Hellenistic statues (not quite sure how 4th - 1st century BCE is modern but that is just being bitchy), then overwelmed by wandering around, headed for the “modern” art on the top floor.

Its funny, interacting with art hits me in the quietest yet most potent part of my being. Wearing sunglasses helps when the tears peep from the side of your eyes. I saw 4 pieces that evoked a lot of personal history for me. Monet’s ‘Waterlilys’ - I always felt safe and serene in this, a print of it hung on my wall for many years when i was a younger; Van Gough’s ‘Cypress Trees’ for me have always been about creative life in the middle of primal chaos; Rodin’s gorgeous love of the human body makes me feel warm and proud to be alive; and finally a stone bust by Modigliani - the first guy who made me laugh about art. Honestly I feel very replete. I suspect I will be spending more time in these places hehe.

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